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I feel change don't know if it's them or me. |
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Hard going from a stanger to an old face that's just out of place. |
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I feel stuck on fast-forward, and I'm passing the best parts all too fast. |
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Locked in this movement, I pray the sky comes to life. |
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Way out in the cold west |
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But I'm soaring home to Alabam. |
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These states have taken me |
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But not for better things. |
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I've covered this country far and wide |
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BUT I'LL ALWAYS BE A SON OF THE SOUTH |
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I'll fight to the death to make our name proud. |
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Cause I ain't got nothin' to lose! |
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Feelin' stuck on fast forward, and I'm passing the best parts all to fast. |
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Out in the cold west |
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But I'm soaring home to Alabam. |
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These states have taken me |
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But not for better things. |
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These miles have got me thinkin' about missin' home and all. |
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I'm just laying here restless... |
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But there is no reason for me to be hangin' my head. |
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We can't help but be blessed |
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When you've been raised by God's Finest. |
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We can't help but be blessed |
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When you've been raised by God's Finest. |
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Way out in the cold west |
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But I'm soaring home to Alabam. |
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These states have taken me |
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But not for better things. |
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Way out in the cold west |
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But I'm soaring home to Alabam. |
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These states have taken me |
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But not for better things. |
